Thoughts 4

Thoughts 4



Dull days outnumber.

A man finds no slumber.

Killing your number.

The Faucet


Listen as it drips.

Wasting water one could sip.

Parched mouths and dry lips.



One shot or two shots.

Into the arms of a lot.

Saves lives.- Just a thought.



Childhood dreams perchance?

Adult sensations in dance?

Senior options lanced?



Exercise freedom.

In stillness it gathers dust.

Dusty, it’s removed.



  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good write, M.F.

    • MendedFences27

      Thanks Jerry, Just getting things off my mind.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fence.

      • MendedFences27

        Thanks Orch. Meanderings from my mind,

      • L. B. Mek

        some insightful musings woven skilfully into accessible poetry that champion genuine brevity..
        thanks for sharing dear poet

        • MendedFences27

          Thanks L.B. Only unloading my brain.

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